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CW: These two are filthy as fuck. Oral sex, dining room table sex, edging, shower dildos, phone sex, teasing, YES I AM SAVING THE *BIG MOMENT* FOR ANOTHER CHAPTER. There's also discussions of SA, violence, and drugs.
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SADIE
STEVE AND SADIE'S HOUSE || EDEN, KENTUCKY
Everything this man does makes me fucking wet.
Even the way he eats his dinner is sexy.
No, I'm serious, and I swear, he's doing it on purpose.
Every time his lips wrap around that beer bottle, my pussy aches because I remember what it feels like to have his mouth on me.
It's hard to concentrate on anything other than staring at him, but for Bucky's sake, I don't want to give this all away to my dad. I don't really know how he'd react. I used to think he'd flip out, but my dad's always been chill about the weirdest things. Since he's gotten out of jail, he's been even cooler about stuff that I'm pretty sure any dad would get mad at.
It's more like I live with a roommate than my own father.
And for what it's worth, I don't care if Bucky and I get caught. I'm a fucking adult, and that means I can fuck whoever I want. So what if he's my dad's friend and 18 years older than me? He's hot as hell and he fucks like a goddamn God.
I've never wanted a baby before, but I'd let this man knock me up in a heartbeat. God, the sex would be so fucking hot, too. He'd have me bent over every possible surface in this house.
This dinner needs to be over. Pronto.
In between bites of his food, Bucky's looking at me like I'm the course he really wants. I squeeze my thighs together and swallow hard. That slutty, tight little t-shirt isn't doing him any favors. He's shed his leather jacket and the vein in his right arm sticks out whenever he moves it to pick up his fork. I can see it moving beneath his tattoos.
"Sadie, what do you think?" My dad's voice slices through all of my thoughts like a hot knife.
I turn my head to face him.
"Think about what?"
"Your birthday dinner at the Fishbowl with all of us? We'll shut it down, have some drinks, maybe a little concert..."
"Who's all of us?" I ask, my eyes bouncing between Bucky and my dad. "And who's gonna cook?"
